Tuesday, April 1, 2014

DELIVER by Pam Godwin: Giveaway, Excerpt & Author Interview

A Romantic Thriller


His name was Joshua Carter. Now it's whatever she wants it to be.

She is a Deliverer.

She lures young men and delivers them to be sold. She delivers the strikes that enforce their obedience. She delivers the sexual training that determines their purchase price.

As long as she delivers, the arrangement that protects her family will hold.

Delivering is all she knows.

The one thing she can't deliver is a captive from slavery.

Until him.

And her stubborn slave thinks he can deliver her...from herself.

Content warning: Graphic sex, violence, and psychological abuse. Age 18+ only.


On his back, muscles bared, bound, and stretched the full length of the box, he was an erotic picture. She was a criminal, and as ashamed as she was by that, the disgusting, fucked-up part of her anticipated spending the next ten weeks touching every inch of this man.
She dragged her gaze from his body to his face, and guilt slammed into her. 
He stared up at her with so much pain in his eyes. “Don’t hurt my parents.”
Her gut twisted. She knew that pain, lived it every day. She leaned in, lips hovering a breath away, and repeated what Mr. E had said to her. “That’s up to you.”
Resolve hardened his face. She knew that emotion, too. Her time in the box was permanently carved in memory, which had made Van’s threats of returning her there an effective form of control in her training.
Tendrils of resentment coiled around her throat. To dwell on her or the boy’s predicament would only bring irresponsible hesitation. So she did what she always did to distract her thoughts. 
She reached into the cold place inside her, searching for something yearning she could sing with dispassion. The beginning verses of “What It Is” by Kodaline fell past her lips and shivered through the room. She sang with an icy pitch as she removed a blindfold from the trunk by the box and tied it over his wide, glaring eyes. 
To deprive smell, a swimmer’s nose plug went on next. He could breathe through his mouth, and the cracks in the box allowed airflow, but it wouldn’t feel that way to him once she shut the lid.
The skin on his face was hot and damp, the muscles beneath jerking against her fingers. She continued to sing as she cuffed headphones over his ears, plugged them into the tablet outside of the box, and activated the timer. Twenty minutes of heart-hammering silence.
The music in her voice strangled, stopped. Twenty minutes alone with his thoughts. Then the misery would begin. 
“It’s just the way it is,” she murmured with an ache in her throat.
His body was motionless, but she didn’t miss the goosebumps creeping across his skin or the slight tremor in his cheeks. The sudden desire to comfort him drew her closer, bending her at the waist, until her mouth brushed his, softly, unjustly. His lips pulled away in a quiver that she felt throughout her body.
She straightened and rubbed her breastbone, unable to soothe the ache beneath it. “I’m so sorry.” A whisper, too low to pass through the earphones.

Then she closed the lid.



“Gods and Monsters” by Lana Del Rey
“Lullaby” by Sia
“What It Is” by Kodaline
“Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence
“Pretender” by Sarah Jaffe
“Team” by Lorde
“Pretty Face” by Sóley
“Ghostflowers” by OTEP
“Possession” by Sarah McLachlan
“Glory and Gore” by Lorde
“Last Resort” by Papa Roach

“Unconditionally” by Katy Perry



Pam Godwin lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.


1. What kind of snack/drink is a MUST for you when writing?Nips Coffee Candy. An bottomless cup of coffee. And my electronic cigarette.

2. What made you start writing?
Angsty-emo hormones when I reached puberty. I still have some of my journals of black prose poetry. It’s horrifying! LOL

3. What is your biggest inspiration source (where do you get your ideas)
Real life. Watching people in public. Documentaries. Evening news. Oh, and the squirrels in the trees behind my house. I’m not kidding. When they fight for food and mates, they can really stir up the drama.

4. Describe your perfect writing space? and where do you actually write?
Nothing beats writing outside. Unfortunately, I live in the Midwest, where it’s below freezing half the year. When it’s cold, I write in my cozy office with the door locked.

5. Is writing your full time job? If not, what else do you do?
As of last week, it’s a full-time job. I walked away from my 14 year career as an investment analyst to follow this dream. It’s terrifying and exciting.

6. What is one surprising fact about you, that not too many people know?
I’ve been a vegetarian my entire life.

7. What are you writing now? 
Vanquish, the sequel to Deliver.

8. What is the first Romance book you remember reading? What is the last book you read?
First romance book: Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume. Last book I read: Tangled by Emma Chase. Adored both of these stories.

9. Who is your current book boyfriend/crush?
Loren Hale from the Addicted series by Krista and Becca Ritchie. He’s complicated and unparalleled, and I doubt I’ll ever find another character like him.

10. What was the last book you read that gave you a "book hangover?"
Forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma. I read it a year ago, and it still hurts. Highly recommend.



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